:lips:

 

This is the classic prose and significant, influential poetry of our time. We continue with elegant banter, focusing on the issues that tickle our erroneous, fallacious thoughts. We touch, can only touch the mere tangential reality of our own emotions while sometimes rhyming or merely rhythmically plotting a disastrous stream of consciousness onto the screen.

 

I must admit that the climax, and summit of my own work cannot even hold a flame near Crests' words, nor can the summation of all of my writings be compared with any fair juxtaposition. She surmounts all that could possibly grace our world in her overpleasing, almost canonized poetry. But I digress from this demonstrative, explanatory introduction.

 

The final purpose of our "business poetry," as well stated by my dearest friend, Crests is to ultimately overpower the greatest forces of evil and to:

motivate the procrastinators

intimidate the strong willed, naive

flutter the inner digestive excitement of the weak of heart

 

With no further ado, I present to you the collaborative genius of Crests, and Léoðwyrhta:

 

 

 

once upon a night so dreary

two friends made a theory

that the world and its weary

would be happy with our poetry

 

you should add these words

for the meaning, diverse

written by nun perverts

none other than leowurt

and crestywaffleburt

 

:blank:

OMG.

 

Musty post some of our conversation :blush:

:lol:

yay, i love you, you weirdos :nice::heart:

Rhymey timey?

Eric

You are like an army barrack

You save a bunch of people and stuff

and something about handcuffs

but not really, actually

I made that up to rhyme, you see.

So like, I hope you like being old and such,

If you moved to some other place you would be dutch.

But I forget that places name,

is it dutchland?

Thinking hurts my brain.

 

:kiss:

Birthday poem <3

OMG.

 

Musty post some of our conversation :blush:

 

:cheesy:

I will write you another poem,

am I am sitting bored at home

this one rhymes too,

my rhymings such a bunch of poo

When you are 64 you will starve,

because I will not need you and I will carve

little kitties into pumpkins because I will be such

a cat lady that does not love you much,

but than you will realise that it is oppisite day,

or not opposite day if you're really into it that way

and you'll be like "I know a beautiful nun that loves me"

And then I'll be like "teeheehee"

But really it is true,

I kinda really love you

 

:facepalm:

 

dutchland hahaha hahaha

you are like the coolest friend eva!

I think you have a nifty way to charm

a boy who has one long arm

with your seductive warm

face

 

that poem was a disgrace to my face

I think I will erase

none of the poem's trace

even though it takes

a lot of thinking to lace

the threads of it in your brains ?

 

What will become of these poems?

I can't think of another word that ends in omes.

Isn't that great?

My vocabulary is falling down the grate,

because I saw you standing at the door.

and you are pretty hot, stand there some more

Right now I am watching a Lights music video, woo.

She is pretty and I like her, and tape is sticky like glue.

And breakfast is barkfeast if you change around the letters.

If you spell kettles wrong you get the word ketters.

 

 

awwww eric, you are such a muffin

A very strange bird is a puffin,

seriosusly it's weird.

It would probably be less strange if it had a beard

My rhyming is nonsense,

I wonder how much money I have in pence

lololo

lololo

eric, your poem was great,

but my poems are more great.

 

 

^this poem sucks

 

OMG I AM LAUGHING SO HARD

I THINK I WILL BLOW A FART

and then ride in a romantic cart

with millions of letters from crests heart

i wish i could save all of her art

can you save it for me in word?

or maybe in a CD so it can be heard?

or maybe attach them to a bird

 

:lips: your poems rock

my sock

in a box

that is locked

on top

of a clock

that goes tick tock

:cheesy::nun:

 

Time to make some more? :lol:

Time to make some more? :lol:

 

aw you edited the last part :cheesy:

brb

:surprised:

I am back from this short delay

now we're ready for this embrace

your humble words I will not disgrace

On this very nightly and dark day

I only needed to retrace

steps to my potty place

so that I could poop in peace

place and peace do not rhyme *pees*

ahahaha... you're right cresty... *edits first post*

Those are very very much,

the words of a man that can touch

the world on their hearts,

with poetry that greatly depicts art.

So I am now going to call the police

because your words are touching me

and that is illegal somewhere I think.

after this trauma I will need a shrink.

bahaha i love you two :kiss:

these are great :lol:

Your shrink will not think

that you would survive the stink

of the loss of your dear, me

Your psychiatrist will be

happy with our poetry

for it could not possibly chink

the brain of yours on its brink

bahaha i love you two :kiss:

 

We love you too :kiss:

 

these are great :lol:

why thanks to you laura,

and what is this that happened to your aura?

Your compliment to us,

has made it shine like a yellow school bus.

Which I think is good,

but I may have misunderstood.

 

Your shrink will not think

that you would survive the stink

of the loss of your dear, me

Your psychiatrist will be

happy with our poetry

for it could not possibly chink

the brain of yours on its brink

 

Your poetry is still touching me,

I told it that the limits I have are many.

But it's still doing it,

and now it's taking a fit.

Because I told it I was gonna charge him for assault,

and now it's touching has come to a halt.

But it is touching me with it's eyes now,

and it has a hairy unibrow.

We love you too :kiss:

 

 

why thanks to you laura,

and what is this that happened to your aura?

Your compliment to us,

has made it shine like a yellow school bus.

Which I think is good,

but I may have misunderstood.

 

 

 

Your poetry is still touching me,

I told it that the limits I have are many.

But it's still doing it,

and now it's taking a fit.

Because I told it I was gonna charge him for assault,

and now it's touching has come to a halt.

But it is touching me with it's eyes now,

and it has a hairy unibrow.

 

and did this man of unibrow,

Is he perchance a unicow?

Would you explain the very way how

he has touched your heart just now?

I would say that you allowed

to lead him on like a sow

to be chopped into bacon chow

Which would make you evil as Mao

 

But I know you all too well

You are Cresty, and I fear no hell

For you are loyal, and a belle

The nun that picks up those who fell

You won't turn me in to jail :uhoh:

and did this man of unibrow,

Is he perchance a unicow?

Would you explain the very way how

he has touched your heart just now?

I would say that you allowed

to lead him on like a sow

to be chopped into bacon chow

Which would make you evil as Mao

 

But I know you all too well

You are Cresty, and I fear no hell

For you are loyal, and a belle

The nun that picks up those who fell

You won't turn me in to jail :uhoh:

 

Luckily for you, you are correct,

I am not turning you in like you would expect.

Your unicow explained to me,

the way everything just so happens to be

and he has retreated into his den

...NO WAIT! HE'S TOUCHING ME AGAIN!!

I'll shoot him in the head! :wacky:

 

How do you log in without those letters on your keyboard?

sometimes I have to search for my name :wacky:

That's cool, nobody else is posting in here :wacky:

hahahaha.... imagine if someone skipped all the poetry, assuming it was cheesy and then realized that the conclusion of it all was:

 

I'll shoot him in the head! :wacky: